"If you want to know who he is, you have to break out of the mountains of purgatory and endure the pain that even gods and ghosts cannot bear. So far, only one person has successfully broken through this place. Are you really not afraid of being wiped out?"
Ou Fu glanced at the mountain of blood that reached the top. Although he could no longer smell the various smells in the world, looking at the mountain of hell washed away by ghost blood and listening to the screams of hundreds of ghosts, he still frowned unconsciously, as if he smelled a stench.
"Not afraid."
"After breaking through Purgatory Mountain, your soul belongs to me. As long as I need it, your soul will fly away. Are you not afraid of that?"
Youfu was silent in thought.
"Are you shaken?"
Youfu glanced at the supreme underworld emperor standing next to him, and his gaze towards Purgatory Mountain changed from unconscious contempt to determination.
If you can't find him, what's the point of wearing this gray robe that a thousand ghosts long for?
The red rope silver bell around his waist had not rung for a long time. He missed the clear sound. He was afraid that if the bell did not ring for hundreds of years, he would forget the sweet sound, the smell of the clothes, and the person who tied the bell for him.
"I want to go to him."
Never waver!
Intention: The god who escorts you all the way will eventually be beaten back to his original form